I got a lady in red,
At the back of my head,
But the girl in white,
Who my life she used to light,
And enable me, like a mirror,
See myself,
Is Tamira.
Was like my sweet morning sun,
Rays that pleasure burn,
And I'm still living the past,
Making it last.
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